Low G high-pronged, light gray smoke ring, Spain's rose, a fresh red. Shabby piano, the tone is broken. Saxhorn in the midnight echoed SAXHORN. Vodka mixed cola, wild impulses. Sound, amplifying magnetic sound. Skin moist, visual perspective. Crystal in the chest, the heavens ============================ ==== Her songs, incite me. The more the seaweed, the more likely, the more it is, the more suffocated. Her songs are floating. The wind is rushing, the more I can't keep it, the more I insist. The more you fall. Close your eyes, it is useless. I have a tightness, my heart is still painful. I think of her, no way. Who is youth, have a price?
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I am 80 years old, will I remember you? Flying the rain, under the thin roof. If there is unlimited, the time can go back? Eighteen, think of that Shengmao Hua. If you make me brave, I can for you. Put up the umbrella.
